Outpost Poetry

In a garden of great beauty

In a garden of great beauty
I am looking for air to breathe

A shared beauty built with others
Moving up, moving closer

The shadows weight heavy consuming the moment
Pulling the world into a void, a deep hole
Here in the moment I take the deep breath
Relaxing deeply, relaxing

I am shielding my skins, rewiring the moment into movement
Building the dream of dream
Powering up the potential of things to come.

It is the hard road and the wounds are many
The trails are littered with mines.

It is better to reach from your dreams.
A place to touch
A place of meaning.
Star gates, hidden mystery, the war of the unknown

There is a dance toward a reunion, the coming together of things forgotten

Two skins
One of flesh on bone
Another ancient
Beyond memory
Existing in a language with out words

I am taking on a new mind set, a wider perception
One I have learned in a garden of great beauty

Joe Nelson Icet
November 22, 2004

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